Entries: The Journey's First Day

[Written evenly and neatly.]
 
Mid-Day. Journey's First Day.
The funeral is complete, and Aloysseus Blackgaurd has died.
 
While that sounds rather macabre, I like to try and see this as an opportunity. I can return from this perilous quest, and be reborn. And when I am, I can be more straightforward about the nature of my tome, its appetite, and its potential. Lying and obfuscating out of fear is what's ejected me, after all. They wouldn't accept the truth if I told it to them; cloying half-whispers, tantalizing sparse truths, tucked between pages, neatly printed in margins, the exchange of these powers for whetting the apetite for knowledge that the tome holds... It would terrify them, now.
 
But if I return, victorious, they will be more receptive. The nature of my Tome to them will be recieved not as a devilish deal, but instead as what it is - an exchange weighed heavily in our own favor. The houses I've built for them would not quite be enough to make them understand, but the things I'll bring back for them certainly will.
 
I'm accompanied by a rather sturdy fellow. That town guardsman, Gut. He's not one of many words, but I trust in his abilities, and am certain he can fill the stopgaps in my own. He eyes me with suspicion and a small degree of hostility. Suitably so, considering he was the witness to my tome's appetite, though he considers having seen it akin to a delusion. I wonder if I'll be able to one day tell him the truths of the matter.
 
[Written a bit more expediently, excitedly]
 
Night. Journey's First Day.
We've only been journeying a single day, and have already proven ourselves heroes.
 
While on our way, we came across a fascinating creature - a panther with a sweet, cloying song - up in a tree, being accosted by some terrible scorpion creatures. We, of course, rushed to its aid, and despite a blinding blur of conflict, managed to assist it in not only defeating those dreadful stinging beasts, but also a truly terrible massive one.
 
After fighting side by side with this panther, we found it quickly became capable of speaking our language, and it introduced itself as Fassammas. Fantastic. Incredible. A rate of lingual adaptation like that, I can't help but admire. Understanding others in such a way would be a spectacular capability to have. Especially if it meant being able to read more of the tome.
 
Fassammas has chosen to grant us a boon for our assistance, and Gut has stepped forward, interested in a powerful whip. Spectacular. I imagine such a thing would be fantastic to bring back to our people alongside whatever else of importance we might find - a weapon wielded by a hero and progenitor of a new family in Bakwa.
 
Before the events with the panther, Gut and I had a delightful conversation about what sort of names we might adopt when we return. I, myself, fancy the thought of adopting the name "Gallant Blackguard", akin to my own ancestor who started the family which I belong to. I was named after his prior name, after all. How fitting it would be, to undergo my own metamorphosis of self, akin to his.
 
Gut showed interest in my using the name "Frostbreath" whenever I mention him in my journals. I suppose I can respect that, especially now that I've given it context. I can't help but excitedly ponder if that's the first name he'd take as well, when we return...
 
For now, we've taken shelter in a tiny little cove I've constructed beneath a stone. Frostbreath's taking the first watch of the night, and I'm certain I can trust my life in his hands.
 
[Scrawled.]
 
Mid-Night. First Day
 
I may have been wrong.